“I think I f*cked up” “Oh my god” “So sorry!!!” I read the text messages and instantly I knew. Disco club tickets. A week earlier my friend and I shared a text exchange confirming that she would be tasked with purchasing the tickets for the next Disco Club to be held in August. Tickets were…
parenting
The school mum manifesto
The day my son started school is one I recall vividly. Admittedly, it wasn’t all that long ago, though sometimes the 5 years feels like 5 minutes. Of course there were tears, but not as expected from my son, but from me. I found the first day, the first morning to be this weighted milestone…
My son gave me a performance review and I did not do well
Last week my son gave me a performance review and I don’t remember reading the bit in the parenting book that said that there would be a time in your life that your child might complain about your parenting techniques. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on the receiving end of a performance…
Hope. Because maybe being brave shouldn’t be the only thing that matters.
Charlie turns nine this year. One moment I’m the mother to a sweet and funny little boy who is agreeable and trusting, who calls me mummy, who places his sticky, squishy little hand into mine, who demands back tickles and songs about sunshine and who would delight in entertaining me with glorious stories full of…
My seven year old called me an idiot and I feel like I’m failing as a parent
Last week my sweet, kind, spirited and funny little boy called me an idiot. And I felt my heart crack. As he has grown from toddlerhood to boyhood we’ve had our standard supply of tantrums and meltdowns. Typical and normal, a manifestation of big emotions, tiredness, hanger and expected patterns of behaviour for his age…
We capture the firsts, but what about the lasts?
Anchored in what felt the baby and toddler time warp, I would think ahead to the future, because you know, ‘this to shall pass’ is the obligatory mother manta, and I would wonder what it would be like when there would be no more anxiety around sleeping, napping and wake times. No more smooshed sultanas…